..?" He replied. "No!! Get in here NOW" I shouted back. I was shaking and not at all sure how I would deal with my sick and perverted Son. My own fles... and blood. "Ok, Mum what is it"? He said as he came into the house."THIS" I said and threw the magazine at him. It landed on the floor. His face turned red and was speechless. He looked down at the floor avoiding my gaze."Well, what is this CRAP, where did you get this?" I screamed."Mum, I am sorry... I... I..." he stammered unable to speak. Well, with the exception of Mike's Leather cockstrap. I stood in front of the mirror and made the first horny picture of my naked self. That would please the master, I thought.I walked past the clothes racks. Some new Leathers, some clearly used. But all clean and very tough looking. And then put on one piece of clothing after another. As soon as I put on a horny outfit I made a picture of it according to the instructions. I had started very conservatively with some Denim clothing. But more and. I was coming home late most nights. Alex was pretty self-sufficient at school and home. He was fairly mature for someone that looked so young. He could get himself off to school and make his own meals if needed. I was proud of him. But my time away made me feel disconnected from him, which I hated. I would need to make up for it somehow.Despite my busy schedule, my body continued to ramp up its sexual need. I was feeling the urge to masturbate morning, noon, and night. I kept a high-end. As I finished rubbing the moisturizer into Bobby’s hairless scrotum, I felt sad because I knew I was done, but as I looked at his erection bobbing over his smooth pubic mound I suddenly felt guilty for leaving him in such an excited state, and before I knew what I was doing, my bare hand was wrapped around his throbbing prick.A loud groan emanated from deep in his throat as at first I just held his bloated organ. Then his entire body shuddered as I gently squeezed the pulsing shaft, and I.